A choir of cicadas
Sing of Summer's final farewell
Shorter days and cooler nights
A seasons tale ends
The message it sends
Time and all golden glory
Is never lasting
And the soulful story we write
Will take flight
Like birds who soar
If we choose to explore
The chances and the dances
We make and take with one another.
For this moment, like no other
Will never come again...

Locusts have a bad reputation... lol. Did you consider a choir of crickets?... lol. I like it either way, not being personally prejudiced against locusts. Or perhaps you meant 7-year locusts, which are actually Cicadas... ?